Приключения Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
"Indeed?Iknowsomeofthem.Whichwasit?"
"Breckinridgeishisname."
"Ah!Idon’tknowhim. Well,here’syourgoodhealthlandlord,andprosperitytoyourhouse. Good-night.
"NowforMr.Breckinridge,"hecontinued,buttoninguphiscoataswecameoutintothefrostyair. "Remember,Watsonthatthoughwehavesohomelyathingasagooseatoneendofthischain,wehaveattheotheramanwhowillcertainlygetsevenyears’penalservitudeunlesswecanestablishhisinnocence. Itispossiblethatourinquirymaybutconfirmhisguiltbut,inanycase,wehavealineofinvestigationwhichhasbeenmissedbythepolice,andwhichasingularchancehasplacedinourhands. Letusfollowitouttothebitterend. Facestothesouth,then,andquickmarch!"
WepassedacrossHolborn,downEndellStreet,andsothroughazigzagofslumstoCoventGardenMarket. OneofthelargeststallsborethenameofBreckinridgeuponit,andtheproprietorahorsy-lookingman,withasharpfaceandtrimside-whiskerswashelpingaboytoputuptheshutters.
"Good-evening. It’sacoldnight,"saidHolmes.
Thesalesmannoddedandshotaquestioningglanceatmycompanion.
"Soldoutofgeese,Isee,"continuedHolmes,pointingatthebareslabsofmarble.
"Letyouhavefivehundredto-morrowmorning."
"That’snogood."
"Well,therearesomeonthestallwiththegas-flare."
